Tears in Your Cup

By nature you are quiet
 Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor
 And if I want to hear you talk I,
 See you when you're under your favourite spell
 And I always thought that there were
 Tears in your cup
 But years went by and I never heard you cry
 It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own
 drinking wine
 And I can't turn the volume down
 Now it's anything and more for your love
 And why would I deny you the fun?
 Expelled the Marxist ghost
 The cynical consumerist remains
 I suppose I want to be depressed when I
 See you when you're under your favourite spell
 And I always thought that there were
 Tears in your cup
 But years went by and I never saw you cry
 It's you, Ten Years After and a
 bottle of scotch
 In your tobacco jacket out in the cold
 You raise your glass and indulge in Love like a man
 I let it go
 And why would I deny you the fun?
 Why would I deny you the fun?
 It's you and the Stones now sharing
 some alcohol
 You'll have whatever Keith has
 And I always thought that there were
 Tears in your cup
 You're Under a blanket, out in the cold
 Sing along will you, this will be the last time
 I let it go, why deny you the fun?
 I let it go, why deny you the fun?